Both parties align on either side of the bridge
Now they inch to the center to meet face to face
If they fall, there's a tall, 200 foot ridge

Once they reach the middle, they gain back their haste
They're now yelling, not pleading--like a clown
Wanting what they want, "All else is a waste"

People on the edge yell, "shoot 'em down"
"This is 'Merica! We don't want em"
"Burn this bridge down and let them drown"

A couple screams--Ken and Karen
And one from the crowd steps on
Few will let him be condemned

He says he has a vision
"It's a new kind of bridge"
Holds knife there upon

Not looking, unhinged
Not looking, bows
Rights are infringed

It is now
going
down